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Me Tarzan. You Religious Subtext

because my brain does not stop for football, here i am, asking a question that NO DOUBT may go relatively unanswered. sometimes i wonder about the earth dwellers but still, here i am; still, here we are. i'll make it brief: Dear Religion: Is every word of your various texts, full of and/or subject to subtext or is a word simply a word with nothing or no real meaning behind it? As a Theist - more so, as a Theist Poet - sometimes i think about concepts and thought processes; words behind words. And let's face it, a sermon would not be a sermon if one didn't read and extrapolate a deep [inspired?] meaning from the text. But sometimes, is a word not.... i don't know... JUST a word. A footnote for historical reference rather than spiritual? Here's one: Isaiah Chapter Six begins with, "In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord..."; it then goes into a beauuuutiful vision the prophet had of The Lord and the Seraphs and such. Life changing i...

Me Tarzan. You at Half Mast

the Coach i rode on [see what i did there] arrived in Port of Spain just about the time that the funeral procession of the late great Arthur Napoleon Raymond Robinson was passing by. i stopped, waited and watched as the protective arms went before a fallen General.  i took off my fedora. stood in a quashie military stance [thank you Crusaders' training] and even said a small, tiny prayer for the country. meanwhile Trinidad was talking. talking about some asinine thing. now i don't know for sure HOW asinine it was but the prevailing thought in my head was - "could we not give the man 75 seconds of silence to observe his passing?" apparently we could not. now i live in a country that doesn't know the meaning of honour or respect; that is, unless they are liked/voted for. actually, not even that. were THAT true, we wouldn't be throwing souse bones in woodford square when the anthem or our favourite political person spoke. it's just hilarious to me th...

Me Tarzan. You Out of Your Darn Mind

My mother never did the baby talk nonsense when i was born. She spoke to me like an actual being (or as toddler tracy used to say - "i am a human beast"). We have held differing belief systems since i was a child and sometimes that has brought on a level of conflict but nothing that has caused either of us mortal danger. My mom always believed that she was raising a leader and thus, for all the crap we faced (losing our home, days of -seemingly- endless hunger, being misunderstood, gossiped about and taken advantage of) we held our own because my mother is a Hutchings and she was raising... a leader. My home was filled with National Geographic and those 'You and Your Health' blue encyclopedias. And even though, she'd be pretty pissed when i wouldn't sit down (all the time) to an educational documentary, she knew how to move. That is not to say i haven't gotten my share of "hurry-slap" and a cut-arse now and again and i know why; in a sense, i u...

Me Tarzan: You Hero (who is the...)

I don't remember how it started or what spurred it on. It was last year. Maybe I was thinking of a friend who shares the same name but I do know how it ended. Me, realising how much Ishmael (Judeo-Christian narrative) was a single parent child and worse, that blessed 'Father Abraham' was an absentee father. For those who may have missed the Judeo-Christian storyline: Abraham (formerly Abram) gets told he will be the father of many nations; which is all fine and dandy except he and his wife Sarah (formerly Sarai) are old and childless. Yet, as promised by God and spoken by the three (angelic) visitors, Abraham knows he's going to be a father. Sarah, realising - this is ridiculous, i'm old - GIVES HIM her handmaiden Hagar to basically marry and have a child by her (i say 'marry' because I don't see him just sleeping with her without some type of ceremony taking place). Hagar has a son - Ishmael. Praises Be. Some thirteen years later, Sarah - with whom...

Me Tarzan: You OGMABA Wk1

           Every Friday. On This Blog. OH. JUST. GIVE. ME... A BREAK ALREADY! (said dramatically like Scandal) Alright, alright. Let’s talk the God Wife and be done with forever. a). OF COURSE the text is real; you think 66 books were the only ones in existence back in the day? EVERYONE WROTE…. The reason though, why mainstream Christianity will not buy into it, is because there were factions back then. You had the Apostolic Christianity (St. Peter’s works, St. Paul etc.) and you had Gnostic Christianity. You had factions that believed the soul couldn’t be touched; that the body could do/be as evil as it might be but the soul remained pure which conflicted with the doctrine that the soul (seat of emotions/will/power) could be darkened and needed a Saviour. Grief, you even had factions who believed the new Christians should circumcise and follow the Moses Law (which brought no end of grief to the likes of St. Paul). Thus, with all these factions an...

Me Tarzan. You Earnest (The Problem With Being...)

When we were in school, there may have been a subject (math) that we may not have been overtly fond of.  We might have even said, "I don't see how learning Pythagoras' Theorem will help me get fry chicken..."  We said these type of statements because we were stupid. Daft. Ridiculous. Stupid.  All knowledge - whether or not you have an immediate practical use for it - is good to have because (if nothing else), it helps to form new connections in the brain. This will, in turn, help you to a). see your world more clearly b). hypothesis and rationalise a series of solutions for said world. Thus, even though I may not like the mathematical implications of Pythagoras, knowing the theorem may help me gravitate to more interesting information about the man and having learned about the man, I can form a hypothesis on the merits of sacrificing cows... or even... understanding the human condition around me. I earnestly seek out knowledge. I like lapping up things that have...

Me Tarzan. You Practical Prayer

Let me tell you a truth: Prayer is an instrument. What's more, prayer is a tool and like all tools, if you use it correctly, if you use it correctly it yields life-altering results. Of course.... you can still take a screw out with a knife rather than a screwdriver, but it pays to have (and know how to use) the right tools. Prayer changes lives in two ways: 1. It allows ON HIGH POWER to freely move in a situation or person. In fact, to paraphrase Dr. Miles Munroe, when you pray, you give God the permission to work/do what is necessary on your behalf (to change said situations). this may be based on the premise that God is a Gentleman and will not forcibly go where he is not wanted. 2. It calms mental energies. face it, whether one believes or doesn't believe in actual prayer, the very act of praying helps soothes consciences (contrition/confessing out loud), provides a sense of absolution (much sought between humans) and gives peace where there is pain. Pray for a grieving f...